Trick of The Tail

More prophetic wisdom




Bored of the life on the city of gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
the blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No,
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, puinting out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there and show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.
And so we set out with the best and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all,
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:
They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
Hello friend, welcome home.

The wicked are not allowed to understand.

The reademed will believe by virtue of the holy spirit

A strange phenomenon I noticed that started occurring to me around 07/07/07 and still does. What would occur is any time I found myself looking at a digital clock it would almost always 9 out of 10 times have 7 as the last digit. It would be for example 7:07 or 7:37 or 7:47 or 7:27. All things being equal the odds of me seeing 7 is 1 out of 10 times not 9 out of 10 times. I mentioned this strange happening to a friend of mind and low and behold it started happening to him to. I believe this strange phenomenon is to give me absolute fath as well as to demonstrate the work and power of the Holy Spirit. God is still very much in control..

Dan 12:10 Many shalbe purified, made white, & tried: but the wicked shall doe wickedly, and none of the wicked shall haue vnderstanding: but the wise shall vnderstand.

Dan 12:11 And fro the time that the daily sacrifice shalbe take away & the abominable desolatio set vp, there shalbe a thousand, two hundreth & ninetie daies.

Dan 12:12 Blessed is he that waiteth & commeth to the thousand, three hundreth & fiue & thirtie daies.

Dan 12:13 But go thou thy way til ye end be: for thou shalt rest & stand vp in thy lot, at ye end of ye daies.